Chapter 662

Eleanor even let out a soft yawn. The production team certainly thought they were clever—throwing in a “horror” scenario to spice up the challenge. A little ghostly scare to make hearts race, couples cling to each other, and audiences squeal. Too bad. Neither she nor Robert was even remotely fazed. Her eyes sharpened as she swept her gaze over the figure swaying in front of them. Amid the tangled mess of hair and tattered cloth, Eleanor noticed something glinting faintly in the woman’s hand. A candle. Her lips curved ever so slightly. So this is where the show decided to hide it. Dangerous yet amusing. Very original. The “ghost,” unnerved by Eleanor’s unflinching stare, bared her teeth and lurched forward, arms flailing, hair whipping around her face. Robert frowned instinctively, his body tensing as if ready to pull Eleanor back. But before he could act— She stepped forward. The sudden motion flipped the mood on its head. The “ghost” jerked in surprise, but dutifully raised her arms,